27 is the year that I legit stop taking shit.

My friend said to me that she saw saw turning 27 as an opportunity to say to herself “I am a grown-ass woman and I’m not putting up with this/that any more” and this is something I will be fully embracing.

I am 27

I’ve been learning some Catalan.

Love it.

This is all.

(Source: archiemcphee)

This is the house I grew up in. Not too shabby for state housing.

Asides from all of the wonderful and brilliant gifts I received for my birthday yesterday, finally getting a publication (albeit a book review) in Feminist Media Studies is all of the excellents I could ask for.

I just shaved my legs for the first time since October, and every stroke was Tina.

I feel so ashamed. 

When you find out that you are going on holiday to the same place at the same time as the two people that make your life miserable.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Conversation I had with a colleague I'd never met before

I tell people to ‘put their hands together’ a lot, I wonder how many of them know what I mean.

(Source: ohyeahfriendsyeah)